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Sometimes, it’s not nice to be nice.

June 16th, 2017 Comments off

So I’ve been really slacking on the house. And on writing. And though I’ve been doing everything I can to be a good slave otherwise, slacking on the chores and writing is making me feel hella guilty.

Even more so because Master is being so damn nice about it.

He’s started doing this thing where he tries to point out that something needs done or isn’t being done as often/well as it should be in the nicest way possible. The other day, he was actually trying to say that something I’d done, that I hadn’t done in a while, looked really good, and he was appreciative. But he was trying to say it without making me feel bad for the time that I’d let it fall by the wayside.

And then, yesterday, I decided to pick up the bedroom and vacuum because he bought a new vacuum, and I wanted to use it. The old one is made for indoor/outdoor carpet and hard floors, and really doesn’t do much of anything on the carpet in this house. He didn’t really believe me when I told him that, but then this happened (Instagram post showing a small section of carpet that was just vacuumed and the full canister from the vacuum to exhibit just how bad the old vacuum is), so he believes me now. ANYway, I got really frustrated with myself because the bedroom was a disaster, and he basically started making excuses. I mean, they were true, but they were excuses just the same.

So, finally, I said, “Nah, dude, I’m fucking up.” Don’t try to make me feel better about fucking up. You’re the boss. It’s okay to just say, “Yo, you’re fucking up. Straighten up.” Yes, it will make me feel shitty, but…I mean…I did it to myself. Right? Right.

It’s sweet that he doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, but it’s completely unproductive. If there’s one thing that hasn’t changed in all of our 15 years (besides the fact that I’ll love him until my dying breath), it’s that I need boundaries and repercussions when I push them. Without them, I just keep pushing. As a friend use to say, you can’t submit in a vacuum. If he doesn’t care, what’s the point?

And that’s all I’ve got to say about that. 💜

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#SunnySunday: Chicken Stock Day!

October 2nd, 2016 Comments off
Shoulda called this post

Shoulda called this post “Not so #sunnysunday” because it’s cloudy and raining. Boo!

One of the local markets has roasters on sale for $0.88 a pound. Like, holy shit what the fuck? So we bought four…and saved $20! Today, I’m making stock with two because my stock pan isn’t big enough for four. Aren’t they beautiful? Into the oven with you!

A Day In The Life…Or Something

September 28th, 2016 Comments off

Caught! Little fucker.

Caught! Little fucker.

Today, we moved the litter box upstairs. And by we, I mean me.

Yes, litter box, singular. I realize the general rule is one cat, one box, but M doesn’t want two boxes. Is adamant that we not have two boxes. So we’ve got one.

We moved it for everyone’s comfort. We originally put it in the bathroom because why not, right? There was room, and we poop in the bathroom so why shouldn’t the cats poop in the bathroom? Plus, with the litter box in the bathroom, I’m forced to clean it every day because it’s right there in our faces, and who wants to take a bath with a stinky litter box? Not me, that’s for sure.

I mean, not that I go more than one day without cleaning it. That’s just gross. And Bash insists on stepping in the poop and then walking it all over the house, so even if I wanted to go more than one day without cleaning it, I can’t, because that little turd will spread his turd love everywhere.

I don’t want your turd love, kitty. Read more…

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There’s a problem with the chore calendar.

September 8th, 2016 Comments off

His new favorite spot.

His new favorite spot.

It’s no secret that I hate doing dishes. I mean, I’ve been washing dishes by hand since I moved out of my parents’ house at 17. Washing mound upon mound of dirty dishes by hand, spending (sometimes) all of my free time up to my elbows in dirty water is fucking depressing. If I can get away with it, I’ll leave dishes in the sink for days, and feel wholly justified…and a little disgusted with myself. But justified, nonetheless.

At some point, shortly after my ex and I moved to New York, we bought a used portable dishwasher, but it never worked right, so I never used it. Instead, I did dishes for four toddlers, an overgrown toddler, and myself by hand after every single meal (or at the end of the day depending on what was going on). And then, when I was in rehab, my “friends” sold my dishwasher and kept the money. I haven’t had the money, or the inclination, to buy a dishwasher since, and low income housing doesn’t generally have neato appliances like dishwashers, so I’ve been doing dishes by hand for 19 years.

It still throws me off when I realize I can say I’ve been doing anything for more than 10 years. Read more…

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Recipe: BBQ Beef Pizza (Includes BBQ Beef Recipe)

August 9th, 2016 Comments off

IMG_4263What you need:

Beef:
1/4 c brown sugar
1 1/2 tsp salt (or to taste)
1 tbsp paprika
1 tsp cumin
1 tsp onion powder
1 tsp garlic powder
1/2 tsp black pepper
1 bottle of your favorite BBQ sauce (or use this recipe to make your own)
3 – 4 lb beef roast

Pizza:
1 – 2 c BBQ beef, slightly warm
6 strips of bacon
1 medium onion, diced
2 cloves garlic
1 – 2 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
1 – 2 c shredded mozzarella
pizza dough Read more…

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Did I tell you we finally bought a potato masher? Lol.

May 16th, 2016 2 comments
Disclaimer: this is not the potato masher we just bought. I kinda wish it was. This is what happens when I run my mouth in Walmart instead of at home where I can search the internet for cute potato mashers. You can buy them here: Mr. Potato Masher.

Disclaimer: this is not the potato masher we just bought. I kinda wish it was. This is what happens when I run my mouth in Walmart instead of at home where I can search the internet for cute potato mashers. You can buy this adorable masher here: Mr. Potato Masher.

So a while back, my potato masher broke. When I say “a while,” I mean before Thanksgiving. Hell, it might have even been before Thanksgiving 2014.

I had a minor freakout when it happened. All the best Food Network chefs say not to mash potatoes with an egg beater because they get gummy.

I tried mashing them with the whisk and that shit was not happening. Our whisk is too flimsy. Instead of mashing the potatoes, it just bent all over the place and rearranged its loops. I almost caused myself to be out a whisk with the trying.

So I asked Twitter, and Twitter said, “Try a fork.”

And it worked! The potatoes were mashed. They were creamy. They were delicious. Read more…